Birthday Pie

It's really been an extended birthday bonanza for me this year. Pierre's parents gave me a gift when we were in Puerto Rico in September; Pierre gave me my gift this past weekend; and on Monday, my friend Megan, brought me a birthday pie! And there are still two days left until my actual birthday!

This is not just any birthday pie, though. Megan brought it all the way from Briermere Farm in the Hamptons. I had never heard of these fabled pies until a few weeks ago when Megan asked me if I'd like her to pick one up sometime when she goes out to visit her parents. Famous? Pie? How could I say no?

I told her she could select the flavor, so here's what she surprised me with:

Cherry cream pie! Beautiful, no? Now how does it taste? I couldn't wait. I was like a little kid rushing through dinner to get to dessert. Well, it's delicious, of course. I could tell that the sour cherries were homegrown because they had that hand-pitted look. They were a perfect tart-sweet combination with the cream filling of the pie. The filling was actually quite interesting to me because it tasted like a comination of whipped cream and cream cheese--lighter than cream cheese but heavier than whipped cream. As for the crust, it was very good: light and flaky, though I must say that it didn't have as quite as wonderful a homemade taste as the rest of the pie.

I devoured one big slice in just a few minutes, and then I ate another half of a slice, thus negating all of the virtuous vegetables and fish I had eated all day. Yum.